In The Shade

Floating on scent of a cut throat blue spruce.
A pillow of dust moves over my eyes.
My memory - it staggers, and then almost falls.
I was standing - remember? - next to a road,
hoping my thumb might stop the next car.
Brake lights go on,
pull over,
then stop.
The driver comes running.
It's a woman in blue.

Wow…
Now on my back
and looking down road,
and at the cows, and
the chickens.
It's farm country, you know.

poem by Rick Stokes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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